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Just imagining picking Charmy up and spinner her round and round makes me feel so soft... Thank you for this, sweet Hazelnut! 💙🩵💙 I shall cherish this forever!

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Ice Cream Characters featured: Charmy (Black Clover), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @blueflamebimbo [a/n]: I should really get back into Black Clover and get to watching the movie. Also I want an ice cream right now, haha. Enjoy <3

Charmy’s magic and her sheep cooks had saved you from several life-threatening situations before. Most of the time said situation was that you were simply starving, and like hell would she let anyone get hungry under her watch. The hearty meals her sheep cooks produced at a rapid tempo always tasted absolutely scrumptious and made you feel better, whether it was an empty stomach that needed to be filled or mana that needed to be replenished. 

But today was such a hot day, you couldn’t even look forward to Charmy’s delicious nommies even though training had left you near starving. You were sweaty, grimy, exhausted, feeling sore and your mana was on the brink of depleted. But the mere thought of a hot meal made your stomach churn. Not right now, not when it was feeling like one of Magna’s fireballs outside. You wanted a cold shower, some water, and find yourself a spot in the shade to just get some more energy. 

So focused on getting just that, you didn’t even notice Charmy approaching you. “Y/n, you look like you could use some special summer nommies!” You barely registered what she said, and were about to politely tell her that you weren’t really that hungry at the moment, when you suddenly noticed just what she was holding out to you. “Ice cream?” If your pupils could be heart-shaped, they would be right now, and your delight translated into you picking her -and the ice cream- up, giving her a quick spin. She didn’t even realize just how happy she had made you right now. 

“Oh Charmy, have I ever told you how much I loved you?”

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Heblo! I have come once more with an suggestion, this time for a misuwunderstanding 🥰 Twisted wonderland Jack takes care of cacti for a hobby, but he's also a wolfie, and I want him to show reader his pups! (Cacti babies) but well... you can guwuess which misunderstandings occur... 👀 sending you thanks and pups ♡

Jack Howl and a confusing adoration for cacti? I gotchu baby! Please have fun reading, this was so much fun to write! @nakunakunomi

“Y/N!” Jack bellowed as he made his way across campus to meet you in front of the cafeteria. Grimm barely batted a whisker as he raced the crowd in order to get the last ham and cheese toast - the latest delicacy available - and forgot all about you. You ended up being the last person standing at the entrance of the building as you watched Jack dash across the cobble stones. 

“Jack? Weren’t you meeting up with Ruggie for lunch?” You smiled at him, silently delighted because of his enthusiasm.

Jack’s ears flattened slightly and a sheepish grin crept onto his features, “Actually, no…,” he explained, “Ruggie actually snuck into the kitchens and already had his fill of lunch before our last class was even done.” 

You snickered, unable to find that surprising. The two of you walked into the cafeteria together, finding a table along the windows. The white haired boy insisted on getting the two of you lunch, and before you knew it you were sharing grilled cheese sandwiches and lemonade. This had become somewhat of a ritual, the two of you spending time together during lunch and during study sessions, and the comfort that naturally came with being around Jack was slowly becoming a sensation that you looked forward to every day, though it was hard to express this to NRC’s most dense jock. 

After classes ended that day, however, Jack waited for you outside of the classroom. You frowned, a little confused as you noticed he looked as if he was mulling something over.

“You okay?”

It took Jack a second, but then he nodded, “Do you have some time before you need to head back to Ramshackle? I want to show you something. Something I’m proud of. Something I… made.” 

The confusion on your face went nowhere - if anything, you were getting a little nervous as well. “Of course, whatever you need, Jack. Where are we going?”

“The greenhouse.”

The two of you made your way over to the greenhouse, the beautiful building feeling a little damp and hot after the sun had beamed onto the glass the entire day. Jack led you towards the back, where you took a seat. Jack stepped up to the wooden table at the far end, near the window, and placed his hands firmly on top of it.

“I never thought I would be able to take care of something so fragile, Y/N,” he murmured, seemingly more serious than you’d ever experienced him being. You let him continue, your heart pounding with the uncertainty of what was happening. “At first I assumed I could never take this type of responsibility. I mean, you know me - I would be so disappointed in myself if I took something like this on and made a fool of myself, or made a fool of them. I couldn’t bear the thought of caring for a living creature and then just… letting them down.”

By now you were really starting to panic. Exactly what - or who - was Jack taking care of? 

Jack turned around and leaned back against the wooden tabletop. “But, you know what? I persevered, and I can proudly say I’m rather good at what I’ve accomplished so far. They-- God, Y/N, they are really thriving.” 

“Jack,” you choked out, your voice quivering with anxiety now, “Who is thriving? What’s going on? Jack, who are you taking care of?” 

Jack smiled, “My pups, of course.”

You spluttered, not knowing how to react to the idea of Jack having children. “P-Pups? Jack, how long has this been going on?”

The boy frowned, not quite understanding why you weren’t joining in on his enthusiasm. “I mean-- I’ve only had them for a couple of months, really. I didn’t want to say much about it in case I fucked it up and had them dying on me, you know?” 

Something inside of you snapped. Dying on him? How was this guy being so nonchalant over the survival of his children? How had you been crushing on someone who had a secret life in this way? “I just-- I have so many questions,” you groaned, “What about their mother?” 

Jack pouted then, his eyes widening, “What do you mean? I’m their mother, of course!” He sighed, turning around and grabbing the pot with his creations. The cactus that came into view had two little cactus pups snuggled up to the main cactus. “I’m honestly a little disappointed in you, Y/N…” he murmured, “I thought you of all people would be excited to meet my pups. You were going on and on about cacti all of last year, I really assumed you’d be proud of me.” 

It took you a whole minute to catch your breath after you burst into a fit of laughter, a grin so wide spreading across your face that it started aching soon after it bloomed. You stood up and beamed at Jack, joining him at the table and taking the pot into your hands. “Jack, look at what you did! You idiot, I thought you were about to confess to me about having children.” 

Jack frowned, “Children? Y/N, I’m sixteen years old. I can barely take care of Ruggie, let alone an actual child!” 

The two of you stood there, amused for what seemed like ages. The sun was setting as you and Jack spent some time prepping new pots for the pups, already promising to dedicate the next weekend’s free time to repotting the new cacti. 

You washed your hands off the dirt, shaking the water droplets off your fingertips before you turned around, suddenly facing Jack who wore his usual adoring smile. 

“Thank you, Y/N. And again, I’m so sorry for confusing you, before.” 

You shook your head, “That’s alright, Jack. You can confuse me anyday.” 

Jack shot you a knowing smile, and suddenly you couldn’t help but look forward to Saturday morning.

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Mickeyyyy I have a suggestion. I have very little detail for you but... I would really like for Rengoku to live instead of die. I'd be really really happy if you could make that happen ❤ but I love you either way!

I think we would all like for him to live... SO I SHALL REVIVE HIM! Have fun reading, tiny love! @silenceofthecookies

The knots in the wood of the walls almost hurt your eyes as your fixated gaze could not be torn from them, exhaustion prickling beneath your skin and a splitting headache pounding behind your eyes. The room smelled like bandages and the steady thudding of the bamboo water pipes in the garden outside seemed to resound through the clinic. It had been almost a week since the Kasugai crows brought you the news, and the memory of it still filled your veins with an icy despair.

Flashback - One week prior

The sun was barely up as you walked back to Hisa’s house, your last assignment having knocked the stuffing out of you. Resting at Hisa’s place always brought you the rest you needed between assignments, even though the training you went through after r

ecovery was enough to warrant another week of sleep. The welcome morning breeze and smell of fresh flowers calmed your nerves and you rubbed at the sore muscles in your neck as you stepped into Hisa’s beautiful, but suspiciously empty garden. By now, everyone should be up, but there wasn’t a soul in sight. It was then that you recognised the sound of the Kasugai’s wings flapping as it made its way to the house’s entrance. 

“Y/N,” it croaked, “You must hurry-- the Hashira Rengoku has been in a fight - he may not survive. You must come at once.” 

The crow had continued to explain the whereabouts of your partner, but you had barely registered any of it as you felt your body tremble with fear. How could it be that Kyojuro was in this much danger? Ever since you met the man, it had been evident that he was one of the most capable Hashira in the past decade. What evil could have done so much damage that it had endangered your love’s life? 

In the days it took you to get to the clinic closest to where the Mugen train had ended up, silent tears ran down your cheeks. Your eyes were brimmed red with pain and anger at the thought of losing Kyojuro, the notion too heavy to seem plausible, too difficult to bear. 

When you got to the hospital, you grabbed the arm of the first attendant you could find, delirious with urgency. “Where is Kyojuro?” 

The attendant blinked, looking a little confused. “Who?”

“Rengoku Kyojuro, the Ha--”

“Oh!” The attendant interrupted you, suddenly going pale, “The H-Hashira is currently being taken care of. Hisa and her assistants arrived when he was barely breathing, and they are doing everything they can, but--”

You felt your stomach drop. “But?”

The attendant shook their head, “His vitals were doing extremely poorly, I’m afraid. We’re doing everything to make ensure the Hashira gets the best possible treatment, but his injuries were severe and,” the attendant seemed to straighten their shoulders and put on a professional face, “we must take into account the seriousness of the damage that was done to his body.” They shook their head, “The chances of recovery in a case like this are small, I’m afraid.”

You felt your knees give out and you almost pulled the attendant to the floor with you as you sank to the spotless floor, a gut wrenching sob ripping itself from your chest as tears once again streamed down your dust-covered cheeks - you hadn’t even cleaned up after you got the news and left for the hospital. The attendant slowly sank to their knees to put a hand on your shoulder, pity filling their eyes as they watched you fall to pieces. 

It took the attendant almost half an hour to calm you down and bring you to a room where you could wait. Rounding the corner, you noticed a few familiar faces. Zenitsu and Inosuke were slumped in a corner, their chests rising and falling heavily as the slept leaning into each other. Tanjiro, on the other hand, sat a few feet away from them, trembling so much he looked like he was in a state similar to yours. When he looked up and met your gaze, tears brimmed eyes and immediately fell to his blood stained uniform. 

You lurched towards Tanjiro, getting to your knees in front of him, and reached up to cup his dirty, tear-streaked cheeks. “Y/N,” he choked, “I’m so sorry-- I tried everything, I swear, I--”

You shook your head, “Tanjiro, please, none of this is your fault. If anything,” you hiccuped, “I’m so grateful to you for fighting along his side. He always speaks so highly of you, dear boy.” 

The two of you cried together, sat together and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Zenitsu, when he woke up, could only stare out blankly in front of him, his usually incessant tears having dried up and replaced by an incapability to process what was happening.  Inosuke was unusually calm, the boy assuming an uncharacteristically caring role as he brought cups of water to everyone waiting for news about the Hashira, yet his eyes remained firmly focused on the double doors behind which Rengoku was being given every treatment necessary to ensure his survival.

It took two more days until you were able to see your partner, and when you did lay eyes on him, it felt like a punch in the gut. There was a heavy bandage covering half of his face, his flame-like hair tousled against the pillow and his chest and abdomen being almost literally held together with coverings that smelled so strongly of herbs that it caused your eyes to water.

Hisa was sitting by his bed, looking disheveled and exhausted beyond words. Her small eyes looked up at you with a weary smile and she raised a hand, inviting you to take a seat. She explained that they were able to keep Rengoku alive and save his stomach, but two of his ribs had shattered and lodged themselves into the side of one of his lungs, causing so much damage that had to be removed. The man would have to leave behind his life as a demon slayer, for his body would never be strong enough to fight again. His life would not resemble what it used to be, she explained, but he would have a life after all.

One year later

The morning air warmed your skin as you stood on the porch, the wind wafting the smell of green tea being prepared in the kitchen through the window behind you. The day was supposed to be one of celebration, of rejoicing, as Tanjiro had hunted Akaza until he had finally decapitated and burned him to the ground, avenging the Hashira and putting an end to the nightmare. Rengoku was doing well, save for the extra care and special meals that needed to be prepared. He could no longer eat entire gyūnabe bento, but he could still appreciate small amounts of food, which, of course, were always appreciated with a verbal “UMAI!”.

The thought finally brought a smile to your features, just in time for your partner to join you on the porch. His morning voice croaked slightly as he slid his hands onto your waist and gave you a dopey grin. 

“You know, I can hear you pondering from all the way inside the house.” 

You turned around to face him and gently stroked the palm of your hand along his cheek, the loss of his eye hidden behind the soft, red fabric that was almost permanently bound behind his head and matched his wild manes. 

“I know,” you sighed, “I’m not sure why I’m even worried. I should be over the moon - everything could have turned out so much worse. I can’t even imagine what I would have done if I had lost you that day.”

Kyojuro furrowed his bushy eyebrows and scoffed, “Darling, do you really believe you could get rid of me that easily?”

You rolled your eyes at him and gave him a punishing look that barely lasted a moment. No, you had not lost him. He may no longer be a Hashira, but he was alive and he was yours, and for that you would be eternally grateful.

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I don’t really know how others feel, and apparently, I’m not the best with words, but I’ll do everything I can to become the best setter.

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Happy Birthday, Kyojuro Rengoku! May 10/2022

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TOP 20 ANIME AS VOTED BY FOLLOWERS

17, TIED. DEATH PARADE

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ZENITSU WITH BLACK HAIR

鬼滅の刃 S1 Ep. 17: You Must Master a Single Thing

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TOP 20 ANIME AS VOTED BY FOLLOWERS

16, TIED. FREE!

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@hanae-ichihara: Favorite Male Characters

↪ 06/10 - Aizawa Shouta「相澤 消太」Boku no Hero Academia

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Asta: What’s a thot?

Zora: It’s just a thoughtful person!

[later at the dinner table]

Nacht: Here’s the salt, Asta.

Asta: Thanks Sir, you’re such a thot!

Nacht: [spits out tea]

Everyone: [hysterical laughter]

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NEZUKO KAMADO ( ◜‿◝ )🧡

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Did someone ask for some Jiro fanart?

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Yami: You were supposed to do something about the raccoon under the kitchen table.

Zora: We did.

Gordon: We named him Lord Moseby.

Henry: He likes Coco Puffs!

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if we're ever in a voice call & i say some shit like "im bringing you in the kitchen" i hope you picture me picking you up by the head like a pollypocket & just carrying you around

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Sister Lily: Father, remember how we were worried about Asta’s F-U-T-U-R-E?

Asta: Oh Sister Lily, you don’t have to worry about my furniture!

Father Orsi Orfai: Oh god…

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Zora: [walks into his empty room]

Zora: [looks around]

Zora: Well, I guess the room is empty. What a perfect time to set fire to my bed.

Magna and Luck: [awkwardly scramble out from underneath his bed]